The kids were great for our crack-of-dawn flight yesterday, and not long after arriving at my dad’s house, we decided to go out for lunch at a favorite old haunt. Herm’s Palace is a burger/hot-dog joint that is practically like family. In fact, my dad’s surprise 30th birthday party was held there, back when the original “Herm” was still alive, and before I was! My dad and his buddies still go there all the time, though instead of the big Italian beef sandwich, he usually gets an “Epstein,” a heart-healthy chicken and pita dish that they all got together and created when heart attacks hit the group.
Anyways, they were so happy to see the grandkids, and toasted up a nice grilled cheese for them. Scott, the son of the original owner, has been there forever. He remembers your entire order without writing it down, repeats it perfectly to the short-order cooks, and whenever you get around to it (like after you’ve eaten), he repeats it again and adds up the total in his head. Naturally, we had to get a picture with Scott to commemorate the kids’ first trip to Herm’s.